Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Monks,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.